Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

The banquet wasn't over yet, so Nicholas still hadn't left.

He found a quiet corner to pour himself a drink, although it wasn't clear what he was waiting for. I clearly didn't need him, and I even slapped him.

His hand paused mid-air as the glass hovered near his lips. For a moment, he seemed lost, but his gaze quickly sharpened as someone approached. His expression grew cold.

Pete had no trouble finding Nicholas. Nicholas had this indescribable presence. Wherever the coldest, loneliest spot in the hall was, that was where Nicholas could be found. Yet, people couldn't help but be drawn toward him. "You're like a goddamn ghost, haunting us everywhere we go!"

Pete didn't know where his strength came from. But somehow he grabbed Nicholas, who was much larger, by the collar and hoisted him off his stool.

Nicholas was caught off guard and stumbled as Pete dragged him up.

"Looking for a fight?" Nicholas's voice was cold.

"Damn right! I've been wanting to beat your ass for years!"

hadn't gotten this beating sooner was that Pete hadn't been able to take him before! Nicholas smirked but

against the sleek elevator wall with a loud thud. But instead of getting angry, he

to close, sealing out the curious onlookers. He then

he finished

his head

a few strands of his hair, revealing his clear forehead.

en

opportunity. He hadn't thought of a better way to

wallets of the world's wealthiest women. Yet, here they were, fighting like they had

workouts had paid off, while Nicholas's body had been weakened over the years by illness, alcohol, and cigarettes. The two were evenly matched. At some point, one of them slammed into the panel. The elevator descended from the first floor to

opened, Nicholas kicked Pete, sending him flying two

come

ripped off his jacket and threw it on Pete. His

the right to fight me?